collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Part 3 – The Aftermath
I pulled on some jogging bottoms and stuffed the panties into my pocket, grabbing a towel out of the wash basket before carefully closing the door behind me. I'm not sure why I was trying to be so quiet she clearly had been watching me fuck the ever living brains out of Hannah, and enjoying herself while she was at it.
Is that her thing? Is that why our sex life has been so dead, because she prefers to watch? Or was it the struggle that turned her on?
PART 1 – The Encounter
So my wife Jennifer and I have been together 5 years, lived together for 3 of those and married for 2. Our sex life has always been.. lacking. Vanilla. For the want of a better word, boring. She is a beautiful woman, standing tall at 5'9 and with a tight athletic build, dark brown eyes and hazelnut hair down between her shoulder blades. She just isn't that sexually active. Maybe it is just me, maybe she's not really that attracted to me. Either way, as time went on and sexual encounters became few and far between, my gaze started wandering elsewhere, craving attention where I could find it.
That is when it all started. That is when she arrived.
Sat at my desk at work one day, I hear my co-worker showing round the new hire. I couldn't be bothered with this, I had far too much work to do, but I hear the gentle rapping at my door and the handle being tugged on before I even invited them in. * Sigh. * What's the point of knocking if you are going to invite yourself in? I wasn't even going to look up from my paperwork.
For my second story I'm going to talk about the quickie with my long term girlfriend at the time. Name changed for obvious reasons. Nicole was 5 years younger than me. I was able to meet her through my job and we immediately hit it off. She studies at the local university and we shared the same interests. In total we were together for a little over three years. We had the marriage talk, planned the future, etc. Things just didn't work out though. Nicole was the same height as me 5'10 and was around 145. Blonde hair, green eyes, an amazing round bottom, and B/small C cup boobs. She had really nice boobs even though she hated them. I went three years without and real nipple or boob play. Times were tough on that front. Anyways, she has (had?) amazingly tight and pretty pussy. I was her second BJ, and I took her virginity. She was the first woman I ever fucked bare and came inside of. She was on birth control of course. Getting off inside her only happened like three times because she didn't trust it, so those times were a treat for me. I could tell many stories about Nicole and myself but for the time being I'll tell the one thy sticks out in my mine the most. "The Work Break Quickie". After losing her virginity Nicole became very cock hungry. One time, over the course of a day we literally fucked like 5 or 6 times. She was by far one of the wettest pussies I have ever had the pleasure of being inside. It was like a faucet had turned on. I was off this particular spring/summer day and I received a text from Nicole that afternoon talking about how horny she was. I used this opportunity to sext things up and drive her crazy. She told me to stop since we wouldn't have time to do anything after she got off work. Being the good, mature boyfriend I listened. In turn I started using the thoughts of her turned on as one of those long, sensual masturbation session all of us men long for. Some time later, my phone does the double vibration signaling a text message. It read, "Going on break at 6. Pull around to the back of the parking lot and be ready to fuck." I don't know how long I had been peaking myself, but I was kinda pissed. I wasn't going to last long at all, (worked out perfectly since it was just a quickie though). I was pre-cumming everywhere, but I quickly threw on a shirt and some basketball shorts. I drive up and pull to the back of a parking lot. There are some trees and an embankment in front of the car, and to the right was the block walls that held trash dumpsters inside them. The problem came from the left side. There was a small distance and a a rise to another parking lot going into another retail store. At 6pm this retail store was busy too. Damn staggered retail set up! Cars were always circling behind her store too. Risky situation. So in my struggle to comprehend the very public situation I find myself in she comes up to the passenger door and gets inside. We have a quick kiss and she take my hand and puts it on her crotch, it's soaked. She says, "No foreplay, put it in me and let's do this." I needed no further encouragement as I slid my shorts down revealing my hard dick. She was doing the same with her pants when she reached over to give me a squeeze. My dick had that deep red/purple color that it gets when you are close to getting off. "Been playing with your self, huh?" She knew me well. She continues removing her standard black retail pants revealing her perfectly shaved and wet pussy. Nicole didn't wear underwear, she always said it allowed her "lady to breathe." I was worried about her taking them all of the way off in our present situation but she silenced my by removing them completely and spreading her legs revealing her glistening vagina. "Now" was all she said, and I quickly listened. I climbed over the console and in between her legs. I slid in like there was no resistance and started pumping away. Unfortunately, I couldn't look down at her. My eyes were scanning all over my right shoulder and out the back window. She used one of her hands and started playing with her clit. I do remember that she kept saying to concentrate on her because nobody was going to see us. She was probably right as the sun was now going down, but I was still l worried. She told me to speed up and I started thrusting faster and pushing deeper. Soon she started to wimper and her body convulsed as she got off. The heat from her orgasm was pulling me close to bursting. However, I'm still stupidly looking around when I spot a man leaving the store, looking our way while speaking to his wife. I'm my panic I drop right on top of her. Obviously, the man was just talking and concentrating on his wife, not us. Somehow that didn't piss Nicole of to the point to where she got up and left. She said, "Don't worry about anyone they can't see us." "Think about getting off and how hot this is". At this point we have probably been going at it for 4 or 5 minutes. I start thrusting once again with renewed vigor, since he scare has brought me down from the point of no return. She started saying things like how good my dick felt sliding inside her and how she could feel it swell, knowing I was getting close. I asked to get off inside her. She wouldn't let me though. I told her how hot it would be with my hot sticky cum inside and dripping out of her as she finished her shift. She continued to give a firm no. I then switched tactics to getting off in her mouth. She seemed to consider this, but her sensibilities took over and she realized that in our front seat situation I would likely miss her mouth and end up on her face or all over her clothes. This exchange lasted between 30-40 seconds. After she shut down the mouth idea she started unbuttoning the front of her button down shirt. One, two, three, then soon all of the buttons were off. She spread her shirt open revealing the blue and white polka dot bra she often wore. Her breast were swollen, even on her back they looked so nice and round. One of them (sorry can't remember which one) had slid up in the bra revealing just a little bit of the brown areola. "Shoot it all over my stomach.but doing get it on my face and neck." My mission was to reveal the rest of that beautiful boob. Like I stated before Nicole hated her boobs and never took her bra off during sex. I was going to thrust that damn nipple out! I started jack hammering as hard as I could. Unfortunately, 10 seconds in nature overtook determination and I felt it. I tried to hold as long as I could, but I couldn't last any longer. In my split second mind I thought about pushing deep and shooting the first shot inside her before pulling out Thankfully I didn't, (men who have unprotected sex without birth control, that thought us how you have children!) I pulled out and stroked myself on her stomach. One two, three, four shots came out. These weren't the big firing shot from my last story. They were the thick, gooey cumshots, they always feel so much better coming through and out of my shaft. I watched these shots land in her belly button, (she had an innie). Nicole made a statement about how purple my dick was. I disregarded that comment though. I had a new mission, fill that belly button as much as I could. I continued getting off. The earlier teasing, combined with the voyeurism resulted in the largest visible cumshot to date. I'm sure I've had one equal or larger but I couldn't physically see it. After the conclusion, I came to my senses and she was saying, "damn" and laughing. My legs were shaking and I was starting to cramp. I looked down and saw a puddle around her belly button. She continued laughing and said how good that must have felt for me. She ran her index finger through the goo and said it was "my lake." She pulled her finger out of it and in its thickness strung and and dripped off her finger. She said how she had never seen it that thick before. Then she dipped it back in and twirled her finger wrapping it in my cum. She brought it up to her mouth and closed her lips around the finger as she sucked it clean. Nicole paused for a second before she swallowed and said, "I don't like it thick, it feels weird." By this time I was back in the driver's seat getting my shorts on. She asked what I had to clean up the mess. I looked in the console but I was out of my trusty napkins. Thankfully my tennis bag was in my back seat. I unzipped the side zipper to took out one of my Nike bananas. She used that to clean up and put her pants back on. As she started buttoning up her shirt I took one last look at her bra. I hadn't succeeded, she scooted back up and her boob fell back into place as she finished buttoning it up. We chatted for a few minutes and then she kissed me goodbye and went back to work. I looked at the clock, the whole sex session lasted around 5-6 minutes. She text me when she got home and told me that she masturbated in the shower thinking about the quickie. Nicole was fascinated with his much I had shot but we never got that much volume before. Instead she turned her attention to how far she could get me to shoot. I'll tell some of those stories in the future.
One of my favorite boys from that summer was Micah. He came to me outside, alone in the woods just a few days after our first gangbang. He was so unsure of himself as he explained to me how he wanted to try new things. He said, “After the other night, I knew I could trust you with this. I just don’t want the other guys knowing because I think they will make fun of me.” “Okay,” I replied. “Meet me behind the cabin, in the woods after everyone goes to sleep. We will explore your boundaries together.” He agreed and walked off quickly before anyone saw us chatting. I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to try, but I couldn’t wait until that night to find out!
I've been encountering stories of men who like to jack off on the subway. I want to find one of you.
I want you to sit across from me in an empty car and stare at me until I'm terrified. Your face breaks into a delicious smirk and I'm completely thrown off balance. Then you to shift your hips forward to the edge of the seat and sprawl in front of me, with your hard cock pulsing against your jeans. You get harder and I see your cock twitch as you watch my cheeks flush and I part my mouth in shock. I can't hide my arousal from you, it's too intense. You dominate the entire space and fill my senses with your presence. Your scent wafts forward and I taste you on the air. My heart is pounding.
You casually unbutton your jeans and it becomes hard to breath. You slide your zipper down and your cock juts out, riveting my attention. Of course you don't have anything on underneath. You chuckle as I finally suck in a breath of air and slowly, you wrap your fingers around your shaft. My mouth snaps shut. I long to taste you.
“The bathroom’s just down the hall on the left,” Chris said, opening a linen closet and handing me a couple towels. “Take your time.”
Chris lived in a small house nestled between two apartment buildings. It was an older place, clearly built before the rest of the neighborhood, but clearly in good repair. “My uncle left me the place,” he’d explained, “but I’ve done a lot of work on the interior.”
That was an understatement. Gorgeous hardwood floors, LED lighting, and the door to the bathroom opened completely silently. And the shower.
The shower was glass-walled, with room for at least two people, and had three different heads with a faucet on each one. There was even a little bench-like shelf to sit on.
I pulled my shirt up and off with a bit of difficulty, then hung it over an empty towel rod to drip. My bra joined it, and I found myself wondering if water damage would ruin bras. Were they like running shoes?
Chris tapped on the door. I’d left it ajar, and it opened a crack. “Hey, Shawna, I brought you a robe,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said, opening the door and taking the bathrobe from his hands. It was white, and really soft. I was feeling it between my fingers and smiling, enjoying the way the fibers rubbed my skin, when I realized that Chris was staring at me.
“Oh shit, sorry!” he said, looking away. “I didn’t mean to…”
I blinked. What was he talking about? Then I remembered that I was a woman, with womanly parts.
“Fuck!” I said, pulling the robe to cover my breasts. I suppressed the urge to moan in pleasure at the way the little fuzzy hairs tickled my nipples. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to flash you. I wasn’t thinking.”
“No, it’s alright,” Chris replied. His face had turned a really deep shade of red. “Anyway, I’ll put some coffee on. Take your time, alright?”
He pulled the door closed before I could answer, and I heard footsteps retreating toward the kitchen. “Shit,” I muttered, “I’ll never get used to these things.”
I turned the water on and inhaled deeply, letting the steamy mist warm me from the inside. Then I peeled off my jeans and panties, wringing some water out and adding them to the dripping bar.
It occurred to me that I’d need to at least toss these things in a dryer before they’d be wearable, so I decided to ask Chris to do just that. I thought about putting that incredible robe on, covering my body with that soft tickling warmth, but decided that it was better not to with how wet my skin and hair were.
I wrapped a towel around myself, making sure this time to cover all my important parts, and stepped out into the hall. I could already smell the coffee brewing. Chris used good beans, and I let myself just enjoy the scent for a moment.
I heard a quiet groan while I was standing there, so I turned and went down the hall. The door to the master bedroom was open a couple inches, and I could see movement in there, so I crept up for a closer look.
Inside, sitting on a truly gorgeous King bed, was Shawn. His clothes, not as wet as mine but certainly needing to be laundered, were in a basket on the floor. Chris was completely naked.
Naked, and jacking off.
He had that huge cock in his hand, and was stroking it slowly. His eyes were closed, and his chest and arms glistened with sweat and rainwater. I watched, unable to pull my eyes away, as his hand moved up and down, again and again. He groaned, and I felt a tingle that started between my legs and rolled all the way up my spine.
I couldn’t believe it. First Tommy attacked me, and now this. Chris was jerking it while I was supposedly in the shower just down the hall! I wasn’t that sexy. I should know. But men kept totally losing control around me! It was like I was sweating out pheromones or something.
Chris groaned again, and again my pussy tingled into my spine. Except this time the tingling went on. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was touching myself.
My hand had slid under the towel and was nestled between my legs; my fingers were moving quickly up and down against my slit. My surprisingly wet slit.I gasped as a wave of pleasure rolled over me.
This is wrong, I thought, for so many reasons. I’m not some lovesick girl. I’m a straight man! In a lovesick girl’s body!
A body that had stopped listening to my objections. My other hand dropped the towel to the floor, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. I bit my lip, trying not to moan, as my fingers moved down, then up, then down and finally slid inside me.
I kept my eyes on Chris, the entire time, telling myself I had to make sure he didn’t look in my direction. It was just an impulse, I reasoned, and as soon as it was relieved I could get cleaned up and forget about it.
I watched as Chris stroked faster, shivering at the sensation of my own fingers pumping in and out of my slick passage. It felt incredible. Every time he stroked down, I felt a jolt of pleasure as if he were pushing himself up inside me, but at the same time I felt a hole, an emptiness deep in the core of my body, and somehow I just knew that I was looking right at the thing that would fill that void.
He sped up again, and I realized that I was speeding up too. I’d been fingering myself to time with his strokes. I imagined that I was on top of him, that instead of pulling his fingers down around his dick he was holding my hips, lifting me and pulling me down, sliding that thick cock easily up into my tight body where it fit perfectly.
Chris was going faster and faster. He was at the edge, and I was too. I felt myself about to moan and slapped my hand over my mouth, muffling it to a quiet little sound that came out with each breath. I panted and pushed harder, faster, still matching Chris stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust.
Finally, with a little cry of pleasure, Chris leaned back and came. His cum shot up into the air, landing on his stomach and hips. The sight triggered something in my confused, lust-clouded mind, and I came moments later. It was intense, like the first time I’d thought about him while touching myself, but somehow even more so. My body shook and I held my breath, clenching my muscles so tight that I started to fade out from a lack of blood moving up my neck.
I floated back into my head by stages, wiping my fingers on my thigh and pulling my towel back on. I could see Chris laying on the bed, looking like he’d just run a marathon while he wiped blindly at himself with some tissues. It was a lot to wipe; he’d shot so much that I could smell the coppery scent of sex in the air.
Forgetting why I’d come out here in the first place, I retreated as quietly as I could back to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Delia had asked Jacob over plenty of times in the past. Friends since university, there were no secrets between the two, except one. Jacob had recently realised he was falling in love with Delia. Or, was it lust? He’d told himself so in an effort to thwart fantasies of her. There was always chemistry between them at uni but timing was a problem, as the other would always be in a relationship. Over the years, they seemed to have accepted that being close friends was good enough. Plus, Jacob had been genuinely pleased for Delia to marry Mr.Wonderful last year. As had happened a couple of times in the past, she’d taken advantage of her husband being out of town to give them an opportunity to catch up. They only lived ten minutes away from each other but it wasn’t always easy to meet. Life got in the way.
He picked her up at 10. He was never late.
They had plans, but she could tell He had other intentions. She liked that about Him. He was kind, gentle, funny, but tall, strong, and protective. Did things on what seemed like a whim, but surly what He had planned all along. She trusted Him. She trusted that He would never lead her astray. She trusted Him.
She got in the car, smiled, and said, “Hello Sir.” She always tried to look her best for Him. She knew that’s what He wanted.
He nods, and gives her a wink. “Buckle up sweetheart, I have a surprise for you.” His tone firm, but with a hint of excitement.
She was a bit surprised, but not shocked, however they had plans. “What about going to…”
He abruptly cuts her off, “Hush, have I ever let you down in the past?”
“No, Sir.” She quietly replies.
He smiles, “Good girl, that’s right. I’m always looking out for my girl.”
He continues to drive, past the city, it’s getting darker. The roads get narrow, the trees closer to the road. Her heart pounds a bit harder each mile with growing anticipation.
I hate driving. Around the time all my friends were getting licenses and going on about finally being free to go wherever they wanted I was perfectly happy to hang out at point A while point B went right off and fucked itself. Sure, I’d catch a ride from a friend if there was something going on or get picked up by a girlfriend if we had a date. But for the longest time what I saved on gas and car payments went into a affording a place within bicycle distance of necessities. I finally picked up a license after I had to call 911 for a friend who cut themselves pretty bad at my place. He would have survived a drive to the emergency room, but couldn’t drive himself. I helped pay the bill for the ambulance ride because that was pretty much my fault.
A breeze wafted in from the ocean, ruffling the pages of The Demon-Haunted World. I slipped a bookmark in and set it onto the warm, eburnean sands around me. Waves lazily marched towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate once they reached their goal, their rhythmic susurrus a natural lullaby. The scent of the tropical sea surrounded me with a brisk, briny, clean perfume. In the clear, cerulean waters, two young women played a game of their own devising, the object of which, so far as I could tell, was to fail to hit the ball in such a way that you made the biggest splash and the most noise possible. I sighed.
I had to admit, I was surprised that their nudity no longer even registered as something noteworthy to me. After just a few days at the Kutná Hora Resort, I no longer felt any trepidation at being nude. No longer did I fear the other guests would point and laugh. I had even stopped worrying that I was going to walk outside naked, only to realize I had made a huge mistake and this wasn’t a nudist resort after all.